HELLO, hello hello: PART TWO.

                                               Sit down to dinner here...
                                                            by Alex.
                                                               and me.
                                           (first person to third and back again)
                                                      I'm a prick.
                                                   
                                 
                           I set a table for my son and I after I give my mother hers as she lay on on a Hospice HiTech bed before her giant Flatscreen.

                           Reruns of Monk, CSI and the Cooking Channel with David fill the living room with its glow. Carefully, thoughtfully, adjusting her mother to feed herself with some realm of dignity, Alex departs to fill her own wanting belly...

                            As she sits to eat chicken alfredo, slowly reaching forkfull to  mouthful to lips, Alex gets distracted.
                        "Alex, I need a bedpan," the fragile, yet demanding voice states.

                           Swallowing Delicious food without regard she goes into 'mother mode'.

                       Alex's son nods, his eyes locking into his mother, Alex, as she not-so-gracefully stands and pushes the chair behind her thighs behind her. Rises.
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                        Taking moments to place a plastic device to catch anothers shit, lifting their limp torso nearly herniating yourself in the process.

                           Parental ass placed professionally,  firmly over equipment...

                            What would you do?

                            Alex, a veteran, heads to the dinner table.

                            :Looking at her son, "I am so hungry..."   after hours of of working from home, shuffling her kid to work,  she says readily, saliva filling mouth.

                            Splashing sounds both low and high fill the room as there is a lull on the TV, as Alex hovers like a fly, waiting for  a windshield on a freeway, takes a gulp of food she will not remember yet lie about later about how good it was.

                            But I can't keep creeping sleep away.....\\

                               Adjusting body, my mothers,

                                     so sorry for the PAIN,

                                        I inflict to give you peace

                                  with each bending to you

                              give you comfort

                                       sweet Mary praise,

                                  AS MOTHERS EYES SHOUT

                                               GET ME OUT OF THis CAGE....


                              Alex, in care, treating a patient in her mind,
                                       like all others,

                                                           though this is her MUM,

                                                 he steps into her life  the smallest of molecules, as he has done with over 97 others.... Yet somehow stuck with Alex.


                                 Weekends placing a moving hand across her back, nails coursing flesh peak and valleys to grant her escape.....\

                                        This man in Alex's life would fail more than not. He'd stand only when her witz at end, he'd infuriate her. Make her cry more often than not.

                                           He is a prick in the highest,

                                                  true evil in Alexs life.


                                      Hear the CAll
                                   

                                               
                                           

                               


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